In preparation for vegas

Apart from the obvious... shave, wax, bleach the tash... Bobbie doesn't have a tash obviously. But we might do. Slightly. Bobbie also looks effortlessly chic in everything. Which we obviously do as well *cough cough. But to help us along the way we are acquiring a few basics. Now vegas basics are not the same as your normal holiday basics. To be quite honest they are not basics at all, more sequined, tighter, brighter, less of it... vegas basics quite frankly aren't basic. We are not inclined to a tight, strappy,  sequined flannel sized dress... but, when in Rome.  The thing is, Bobbie would do it with class and style. What so no lycra? 

Our top pics for the trip would be...

Oversized sun hat from zara, or believe it or not, primark have some gooduns.
Some Jason Wu or Michael Kors sunnies
A wet look leather bikini from Triangl
A sexy kind of naked but not, one piece... try here.
Levis high waisted denim shorts. Always.
A floor length kimono beach cover up
Some slider sandals
Skater slip on pumps
Camo vest in pastels
At least one pair of strappy heels. Zara or Steve madden
Some lace trim shorts as per zara
Essential white vest/t
Sequined tube skirt and or dress... misguided
River Island structured crop top found here.
I pretty crop top for a more classy look by Bobbies boutique very own
And some palazzo pants... Zara do a lovely range.

On bank holiday...

Head out shopping with the boyf. Seemed only fair after being ill for days. Cabin fever was nearing and vegas looming. Needed to head out for some essentials. New bikini, check, neon pool bag, check, sun hat, check, other bits I don't really need... check check check. 

When shopping one must be oh so comfortable. So another slouchy day was had. The boyfriend jeans came out, with my fav nikes and my go to zara jacket that works with everything. And we were off... 3 hrs later, two big bags full, a stop for some cheeky haagen daz and we are in full need of a kip. Zzzzzzzzz

On a lazy day

So its Sunday,  it's spring, it's raining... Our heads are pounding (not because we are hung over) we swear, but because we caught a spring virus. The joys. And quite frankly we would like to be in pyjamas all day, but the fridge is bare, we are in no mood to cook so we are heading out for food, and only food. Although really the gym has been neglected over the last few days due to being stuck to the toilet seat instead. We are not sure which is more fun. But it's easter Sunday... If you can't skip the gym then, when can you. (Apart from our birthday, Christmas day, all bank holidays, your boyfriends birthday, and fridays,  no one cares for the gym on Fridays)

Quite frankly we would like to head out in our elephant printed onesie,  but the boyf won't allow it. So... The next best thing... comfy trousers, a slouchy t and an umbrella. Because it's April and it's England... wait... We don't own an umbrella. Dam it, thank you Zara for providing me the stylish, comfy, trousers that could be pj's but aren't,  but where was your stylish umbrella when we needed one. Anorak it is then!

In spring...

When she grows up...

Your reaching the big 3 0, your not getting ID'd like you used to, you start asking for olives as a starter and drinking flat whites on your break. You even... dare I say it, would rather have a nice dinner with a glass of red than a pack of squares and a shot before you head out. You buy things like antipasti and say things like, 'gosh, I need a massage' and you realise that suddenly your a grown up. A what? A fully fledged grown up? Ok so not quite fully fledged... We still do a wash load more than once (never three) sometimes three... We still find 'keeping up with the Kardashians' to be good tv, we still waste money we should be saving for a mortgage on that top we will only wear once... and then you realise your stuck... between wanting to be a grown up and wishing also that you didn't need to call the plumber, iron your clothes and do admin on a Saturday.(we never iron our clothes)  But if we are going to have to grow up,  we wanna do it in style. So a walk in closet... tick, classy tea cups we will never use... tick, white chic 'everything' that will be totally impractical to live in... check, fluffy bean bag that will definitely cost more than the bed... check, a sofa so pretty we only look at and never sit on and a house, one that's not so old it falls apart but so new that it has no character. One that's close enough to the tube but not extortionately priced for such a luxury. One that's elegant, tidy, clean, homely and the home we always dreamed of... check? We don't want much. But we can always dream..
and of course blog about it.

In the 90s...

We remember when all we wanted was to have Rachels hair, own all the Buffalo platforms in the world, we walked around saying 'that's way harsh Tai... I'm outy', we wish we owned some thigh high boots we could stuff condoms down and longed for a best mate that lived next door who we could talk to out of our bedroom window, we also went round singing 'waterfalls' all day... those were the days of our lives.

But once MTV base was born and old skool garage became cool,  all thoughts of scrunchies and check skirts became a thing of the past and all we wanted was one of those cheap, stretchy tube dresses with baggy top halves. If you were a teenager in the 00 's you will know exactly the classy number we mean.

We remember thinking, when 80s fashion was doing a come back... 'ha... imagine if they bought back the 90s' We mocked the very idea. We hadn't a clue. Why on earth would they not bring back the 90s. We forgot how good a platform was and how sexy mummy jeans and a crop top looked. How could we. The very era that made us who we are today. We can forgive the top knots and banana clips... just. All hail the 90s... 

The good, the bad,  and the dam right awesome!